There are no cats in America

[jungfuchs]

Moving to a new country is difficult but if you're a child it seems impossible. True, things had been terrifying with the bombings and soldiers and the news of that their government had been doing behind the country's back. Thirteen years old, but Albert still reads the news, still listens to the radio. Soon after they're on a boat, crammed in with other emigrants chattering in a cacophony of languages, pushing and shoving. There were other children, but mostly Albert opted to keep to himself, helping his mother but otherwise holed up in their tiny shared cabin and waited to see the spines of Lady Liberty's crown welcoming them to what his mother calls "a land of new opportunities". Albert, always a practical child, just hoped it would be a land of fresher air.

It's been a few months since then. They'd arrived at the start of summer with New York City sweltering. With his mother working two jobs and a little saved up, they'd managed to get a small fan and some other things for the little apartment, but despite the hardships they'd managed to make a nice little life for themselves in this new country. Their community on the lower east side is friendly and breathes of home in Dresden, or so Albert feels. He even made friends with the old man who runs the bookshop on the corner, his son having been claimed by the war on the side of the Allies. He'd also been named Albert, and the man would often reminisce in German and sometimes share the haribo candies he'd always have around. He may be the only friend Albert had made, but he was content with that.

Even so, as the weather turned colder and fall set in, Albert's mother enrolled him in school. Albert had always liked school back home, strict as it was, but here in America it seemed all the other boys were so loud and tall and frightening. He'd mostly stayed away from other children since arriving, but now he's been thrown in the front of a class and as the teacher pushes him to introduce himself to the room every eye is on him and he can't help but fidgit and look anywhere except at all the unfamiliar faces.

"Ha-hallo, I-I am Albert Heinrich..." He trails off, brutally self conscious at his accent and flushing a red which he knows reaches his ears. The teacher - Miss Jones - waits for an interminable moment to see if he'll say something else, then simply shoos him to an empty desk with some annoyance and begins to write the day's lesson on the blackboard. Safe for the moment, Albert sinks as low as he can in his seat and pulls his oversized newsy cap down around his ears in an attempt to hide the fact that they're still pink.

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[fallenstar]

Jet jerked and tensed and nearly had to bite on his hand to keep from making a sound. He didn't know it felt this good, just as he'd never done it to anyone before tonight, he'd never had it done to him either.

He decided he liked it nearly as much as regular sex and he never would have thought to try it if he hadn't heard it from others.

"Al...that feels good." He tried to keep his voice a whisper, but it half turned into a whimper of need as he said it. He wanted more, he wanted to finish, but he also didn't want to rush or pressure the older boy.

[copesetic]

"Gut." Albert's voice comes back muffled from under the blanket, but his breath is hot against Jet's head and he goes right back to it, enjoying the sensation of having his partner move involuntarily up towards his mouth, straining for more in spite of himself.

He could get used to being in charge, if Jet let him.

Carefully, putting one hand on Jet's waist just below the navel to keep him from jerking suddenly, Albert takes the teen under him into his mouth outright, just past the head. He gives a gentle suck, seeing if that elicits a good reaction.

[fallenstar]

A sound escapes Jet despite his hand trying to catch it and his other hand clenched tightly in the sheets. If Albert's hand hadn't been there, the red-head might've jerked too hard and hurt Albert or himself, but he didn't think much of it. He didn't think much of anything beyond how surprisingly good it felt with Albert's warm and wet mouth around him.

The German boy's name came out breathy and strained with his attempt to keep himself quiet. Maybe it was from working Albert up initially, but Jet was already overly-sensitive before, now it was pushing him closer and closer to that edge a lot faster than before.

[copesetic]

Jet unable to control himself entirely because of his actions is utterly intoxicating to Albert, getting him all riled up again despite having been ready to curl up and sleep bare minutes before. Urged onward, he takes more of Jet into his mouth, sucking harder and with more confidence, the flat of his tongue against the side of Jet's shaft and rubbing back and forth with each pull of pressure from Albert's mouth.

He's twitching and quivering and Albert's in awe that he's the one that can do that to Jet, that he has so much power over his redhead.

[fallenstar]

Jet's breathing became heavy and he turned his face to try and stifle the sounds he couldn't keep back. The hand tangled in the sheets tightened even further.

"Albert--I..."

Every muscle went taut throughout his body as he reached that edge and fell over it. He came hard and it left him a boneless mess in Albert's bed. The only part of that he regretted was that he didn't get to see his boyfriend doing it.

[copesetic]

It's not exactly enough warning for Albert, but he forces himself to swallow in spite of his surprise at the sudden viscous, salty taste. When he pulls away, he has to hide a few coughs, but there's still a bright little grin across his face when he finally looks up to examine Jet's fully relaxed form. He wipes the corner of his mouth with his thumb and crawls back up the bed to lay happily next to his boyfriend.

"Satisfied now?" He can't help but smirk, nuzzling his nose against Jet's cheek maybe a bit awkwardly, but still in an affectionate way as he reaches over to drape his arm across the other boy's chest.

[fallenstar]

Jet's arms curl around the broader teen and he gives a contented hum. He was definitely satisfied. "That was amazing....thank you, Albert."

He knew he didn't really have to thank his friend, but he wanted to. For everything he'd done over the last week, all the change and hope he'd brought into Jet's life, Jet never wanted to stop thanking him.

"I'm lucky to have you." That was the last thing his sleepy inhibitionless brain came up with before his breathing evened out and left him in a doze.

[copesetic]

"Shut up," Albert turns bright red and hides his face in Jet's neck, curling over the taller boy protectively and pulling the blanket over them both. He's tired too, exhausted in fact, but with how the day ended it's a happy exhaustion.

And even then, Jet's already asleep when he finally starts to drift off. "I'm the lucky one."